I’ll help, Cribal, that’s a promise. Sewing lips tight is easy as mending sails an’ I been doing that for years -
Where’d he go?
Ah, never mind him, Cribal -
Traitors need to be taught a lesson, Feluda. Come on, I see ’im making for the door -
Sittin’ alone don’t do no woman no good, sweetheart. Let a decent man take you away from all this…
Seren Pedac frowned, looked up at the figure looming over her table. Her mind replied, All right , even as she scowled and turned away.
‘Nothing worth its spit is being said here, lass. You want to drink. Fine, jus’ sit and drink. All I was offerin’ was a quieter place to do it, is all.’
‘Go away.’
Instead, the man sat down. ‘Been watchin’ you all evening. Jus’ another Letherii? Asked myself that once and once only. No, I think, not this one. So I ask, and someone says “That’s the Acquitor, Seren Pedac. Was up at the treaty that went sour. Was under contract with Buruk the Pale, the one that hung himself and damned if it wasn’t her that found him all fish-eyed and fouled.” And I think, that ain’t an easy thing. No wonder she’s sittin’ there tryin’ t’get drunk an’ it’s not working.’
She fixed her gaze on him, seeing him clearly for the first time. Seamed face, clean-shaven, hair shoulder-length and the hue of polished iron. His voice sounded again in her head, confirming what she saw. ‘You’re no Letherii.’
A broad smile, even, white teeth. ‘You got that right, and, no offence, but glad of it.’
‘You’re not Faraed. Nerek. Tarthenal. Not Fent, either, not even Meckros-’
‘What I am you never heard of, believe me, lass. A long way from home.’
‘What do you want?’
‘Was making an offer, but it needed to be done in quiet. Private-’
‘I’m sure-’
‘Not like that, though I’d consider my fortunes on the upswing if it was to happen the way you think I meant. No.’ He leaned forward, gesturing her closer as well.
Her smile ironic, she tilted over the table until their noses were almost touching. ‘I can’t wait.’
He withdrew a fraction. ‘Lass, you’re a breathin’ vineyard. All right, then, listen. We got ourselves a boat-’
‘We?’
‘A boat, and we’re leaving this pock-on-Hood’s-ass of a kingdom.’
‘Where to? Korshenn? Pilott, Truce? Kolanse?’
‘What would be the point of that? The first three you named are all paying tribute to Lether, and Kolanse is a mess from all we hear. Acquitor, the world’s a lot bigger than you might think-’
‘Is it? Actually, it’s smaller than I think.’
‘Same rubbish, different hole, eh? Maybe you’re right. But maybe not.’
‘Who are you?’
‘Just someone a long way from home, like I said. We clawed our way out of Assail, only to find ourselves here, and just by arriving in our damned sieve of a boat, we owed money. Just by steppin’ onto the dock, we owed more. It’s been seven months, and we’re so far in debt Prince K’azz himself couldn’t clear our way back out. Livin’ off scraps and doin’ ugly work and it’s rotting us all-’
‘You were a soldier.’
‘Still am, lass.’
‘So join a brigade-’
He rubbed at his face, closed his eyes for a moment, then seemed to reach a decision. He fixed her with his cool, blue eyes. ‘It’s shouting to the Abyss, lass, and not one Letherii’s listening. You people are in trouble. Serious trouble. Fent Reach surrendered. Now, Twilight’s a smart, able commander, so what made her do that? Think, Acquitor.’
‘She saw it was hopeless. She saw she couldn’t hold the city, and there was no way to retreat.’
He nodded. ‘You weren’t here when the harvest ships returned. You didn’t see what delivered ’em. We did. Lass, if dhenrabi worship a god then that was it, right there in the harbour.’
‘Who are dhenrabi?’
He shook his head. ‘We got room for people worth their salt. And you won’t be the only woman, so it’s not like that.’
‘So why me at all, then?’
‘Because you ain’t blind, Seren Pedac.’
Smiling, she leaned back, then looked away. Not drunk, either . ‘Who are you?’
‘It won’t mean a thing-’
‘Tell me anyway.’
‘Iron Bars, Second Blade, Fourth Company, Crimson Guard. Was in the service of Commander Cal-Brinn before we was all scattered between here and Hood’s gates.’